Despite her weeks of international travel, Gretchen wasn't one for that scene.
She didn't consider herself unattractive, but she certainly wasn't model-thin and she didn't have a huge amount in the way of 'assets'.
They'd been drifting close to the shore, fortunately away from the main beach areas but with an amazing view of the cliffs.
It didn't take long for a group of the skinny dippers to decide the next logical step was cliff-jumping, and soon they were scaling up the smaller parts of the cliffs.
Her breasts bounced as she ran, drawing the eye just as much as the first jumper's own swinging appendage had.
With a final whoop, he leapt off the boat in a classic Superman pose, presenting a brief but ideal view to Gretchen before he was suddenly gone.
Everyone was happy and having fun in the heat of the sun. " Even over the music and the many conversations and games going on, the one man's voice cut through.
A pair of shorts flew through the air, landing in the middle of the drinking game Gretchen had been involved in, right over the main cup.
With no available journeys out until the following afternoon, she booked herself a hosted and aspired to make the most of it.
She hadn't realized she'd managed to book herself into a party hostel until she was already checked in.